Mind And Body Control

It wasn't fair. Gary Oak had every little thing he'd ever wanted; he never had to work for anything. The first Pokémon he'd ever received, he'd gotten from his grandfather, the famous Professor Oak. Granted, Professor Oak also gave Ash his first, too, but Gary was so damned smug about it! Ash stewed in his chair, fingering a Poké-ball, the one holding his Hypno, angry at Gary Oak’s existence.

As if on cue, the object of Ash’s silent infuriation entered upon Professor Oak’s private study, where the old Prof. had asked for an hour or two of Ash’s time. Gary, looking as smug as ever, paid very little attention to Ash, gracefully sidestepping the large stacks of books and the crowded desk to a large standing bookcase. Ash glared over at Gary, waiting for the brunette to notice him and make some snide remark.

Forest green eyes lifted from the randomly chosen book to rest on the image of a rather angry looking Ash Ketchum. Not wanting to admit he only entered his grandfather’s study to find Ash, Gary smirked, tossing the book over his shoulder and walking over to Ash.

“Hey, Ash. Something wrong?” Gary asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Ash sneered, pointing at Gary with the Poké-ball still in his hand.

“Why, no, Gary, nothing’s wrong. Just waiting for Professor Oak. What are you doing here?” Ash asked glancing at the book Gary had carelessly tossed to the floor. “You really shouldn’t treat your grandfather’s books so shamefully. They’re worth a lot.” Ash said, leaning back in his chair, nodding at the book on the floor. Gary shrugged and made to leave when he noticed Ash’s frown. Sighing, he turned and picked up the book, laying it on the table.

“Better?” Gary asked, rolling his eyes. Ash shook his head, tossing his Poké-ball back and forth between his hands. Gary snorted, turning to leave when he almost smacked right into his grandpa.

“Well, Gary, I wasn’t expecting to see you, too.” Professor Oak blinked, his slight alarm quickly brightening into a smile. Looking over his short grandson, Oak nodded at Ash. “I wanted to show you a few documents Mr. Pokémon had sent me, but if you two are busy, we can always do that later.” Noticing the Poké-ball Ash was handling, Professor Oak’s eyes lit up. “Oh! A duel is it? May I watch?” He asked like a child begging to open his Christmas gifts early. Gary grinned.

“You wanna duel, Ash? Why, why didn’tcha just come out and ask, then? Too scared I’d beat you…again?” Gary laughed. Ash scowled, standing.

“I could whoop you anytime, and you know it!” Ash said, gripping his Poké-ball. Gary tilted his head, rubbing his chin with a forefinger.

“Then how about a wager…and a limit?” Gary asked, smiling. Ash, wary, nodded, but just barely. Gary grinned darkly, pulling a random Poké-ball from his belt. “We use just one Pokémon, the one you’re holding you use and this one I use. Whoever wins…hmm,” Gary thought, tapping his fingers on his trademark green Poké-ball. “Well, what would you want, Ash? What should the prize be?” Gary asked a little too sweetly. Ash smirked, thinking.

“Well…you could always do whatever I want for an entire day.” Ash said. Professor Oak laughed, patting Gary on the shoulder.

“Might do you a bit of good to take a few orders, young man,” Oak said, grinning. Gary blinked, shocked at his grandfather. Oak nodded to Ash. “That’s settled! You two battle, outside of course, and whoever wins does whatever the other wants for an entire day.” Looking at his watch, Oak bit his lip. “It is only about eight in the morning, so from the end of the duel until eight tomorrow morning. How’s that?” Oak asked. Gary was still gaping like a fish. Ash nodded enthusiastically. Oak chuckled and patted his grandson’s shoulder again. “Good. Now, outside!” Oak said, pushing Gary towards the front door.

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Outside, Ash stood ready, his Poké-ball gripped firmly in his hand. The sun was shining brightly this day, adding a sparkle to the metal bands added to the tops of Ash’s new fingerless gloves. Gary stood about ten feet or so away, his own Poké-ball clutched in his gloveless hand. On Professor Oak’s whistle, the two were to start their duel. Impatiently the two trainers waited, until the shrill sound of the whistle split the silence.

“Hypno, go!” Ash yelled, throwing down his Poké-ball. A bright yellow Pokémon carrying what looked to be a pocket watch appeared, its beady eyes glaring in Gary’s direction, waiting for its opponent.

“Go, Eevee!” Gary shouted, his favorite Pokémon appearing in a flash of light. “Tackle!” Gary yelled. Eevee lunged at Hypno, its little, sharp teeth bared. Hypno dodged the attack, just barely, getting knocked but not bad enough to land him on his ass. Ash watched the little brown furry Pokémon await Gary’s next order.

“Hypno, Hypnotize!” Ash commanded. Hypno’s watch suddenly started to move back and forth. Eevee ran out of the way of the psychic attack. Unfortunately, Gary was not as fast as the agile Pokémon and was hit full force. Suddenly, Gary stopped stock still, his eyes glazing over. He wavered on his feet, threatening to fall over. Ash ran to him, shock widening his eyes.

“Gary…?” Ash asked hesitantly. Gary’s unblinking eyes just stared expressionlessly at nothing. “Gary?!” Ash asked again, panicked. Professor Oak ran over to see his grandson in Ash’s arms, completely frozen.

“Oh, this is not good! Pokémon moves are not meant to be used on humans, especially not psychic moves. They can damage the brain,” Oak said, worried. Ash’s eyes widened, and he shook his head vehemently. “Take him inside, I will go fetch Nurse Joy. She would know better than any how to remedy an attack like that.” Ash nodded, slinging Gary into his arms as best he could, running back into Professor Oak’s home, closely followed by his Hypno and Gary’s Eevee.

Inside, Ash laid Gary on the plush couch in the living room. Gary’s Eevee whined, nuzzling his unmoving hand with his little wet nose. Hypno sat in a poofy armchair and went to sleep. Ash sat by Gary, his breathing hard.

“Oh, Gary, I’m so sorry. This shouldn’t have happened, I hadn’t meant to…” Ash started, biting his lip. He looked into Gary’s deep green unblinking eyes and sighed. “I wish you would do something besides lay there…blink.” Ash said, his voice catching. Suddenly, Gary’s eyes closed for a second, then opened again. Ash shook his head, disbelieving.

Focusing intently on Gary’s face, Ash stood slowly.

“Blink,” Ash commanded. Gary slowly closed his eyes again for another second, then opened them again. Ash suddenly grinned.

Turning back to glance at the front door, Ash rubbed his hands together mischievously. His eyes slowly turned back to graze over Gary’s prone form on the couch. Ash’s mind was rushing with ideas.

“Gary, sit up.” Ash said. Almost zombie-like, Gary’s upper half rose up from the couch until he was sitting straight up on the couch. Gary’s Eevee squeaked in fear when his master moved, and he jumped, hiding himself under the armchair Ash’s Hypno was snoozing in. Ash grinned wider, moving back towards Gary. “Gary, turn so your feet are on the ground instead of on the couch.” Ash said. Gary slowly turned in his seat until his feet were flat on the floor.

Ash walked quickly over to the couch, glancing back at the front door every now and again. He sat next to Gary, his expression anxious but enthralled.

“Gary…kiss me.” Ash instructed. Gary turned his head, leaning towards Ash, his eyes open and emotionless. Ash leaned forward, meeting Gary’s lips halfway.

The kiss was a little strange, but not bad strange. It was warm and wet and felt really nice, except for the fact it didn’t feel like anything as romantic as a kiss should be. Ash added a little of his tongue, hesitantly licking Gary’s lips. Gary mimicked the motion, licking Ash’s lips. Ash pulled away, gasping.

“Take off your shirt.” Ash demanded. Gary grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, letting it fall to the floor at his feet. Ash’s hands immediately went to Gary’s bare chest, his fingers gently scraping at the pale brown nipples. “Wow, Gary, you should go without a shirt more often…nice.” Ash murmured, leaning down to kiss and suck at Gary’s neck and chest. Gary remained unmoving as Ash continued his exploration.

Ash sat up, his face a little flushed, his breathing erratic. His gaze roved over the room, noting his still sleeping Hypno and the hiding Eevee, and the still closed front door. Sucking in his bottom lip, he was becoming more and more aware of a particular need growing south of his belly button and got a wild idea.

“Gary, stand up.” Ash said, moving away. Gary stood slowly, his hands falling limply to his sides. Ash unbuckled Gary’s belt, sliding it out of the loops on his jeans. He unbuttoned Gary’s pants, tugging down the denim obstruction, revealing silky green boxers. Ash blushed a deep scarlet at the thought of what he was planning. “Okay, Gary, sit back down.” Ash said, making room for Gary on the couch.

As soon as Gary was sitting back down, Ash grabbed for his ankles, laying him as flat as he could on the couch. He moved down off the couch onto the floor, running his fingers up Gary’s pale thighs. He laid butterfree kisses on Gary’s stomach, sitting up on his knees and going further up Gary’s chest, nudging his rival’s favorite Poké-ball shaped pendant out of his path. His fingers were busy playing with the soft material of Gary’s shorts, itching to go up further to play with something else.

“Gary, ask me to kiss you.” Ash panted, licking his lips. Gary slowly opened his mouth, his lips parting.

“Kiss me?” Gary asked in a monotone, the implications of those two words meaningless to him. Ash jumped at the bland request, crushing his lips to his Gary’s. Ash immediately pushed his tongue into Gary’s slack mouth, his itching fingers just barely grazing Gary’s crotch. Ash could feel Gary’s arousal grow beneath his fingers and he moaned.

Quickly, Ash backed away, knocking off his ball cap and stripping off his shirt. The thought of being walked in on by Professor Oak just hit him, and glancing around panicked, he noticed the staircase.

“Gary, stand up,” Ash demanded, moving to his feet. Gary stood quickly, his eyes tearing. Ash blinked, shaking his head. “Blink, damn it!” Ash growled. Gary blinked, giving his drying eyes much needed moisture. “Good, now walk upstairs. Head for the spare room you always borrow when you visit your grandpa.” Ash commanded, pointing towards the stairs. Gary slowly walked to the staircase, climbing the stairs one at a time. Ash bit his lip, his eye on the front door, worried about when Professor Oak might return. Pulling out his Poké-ball, he considered calling back his Hypno.

‘That might jar Gary out of the trance…not yet, then.’ Ash thought, putting the Poké-ball down. ‘Those two will be fine down here for now.’

When he noticed Gary was finally upstairs, Ash shook his head, rushing after the entranced boy. Gary was standing outside his door, trying to open it but not quite finding the door handle. Ash stood amused, walking over and opening the door. Gary entered, but as soon as he was inside the room, he stopped, awaiting another order. Ash looked around the room, realizing he’d never been there before. Noticing the bed, he grinned wolfishly.

“Okay, Gary, sit on the bed.” Ash said, turning and closing the door. Gary sat on the bed, his eyes staring off into space. Ash padded over to him, pushing his chest, pushing him down onto the bed, straddling his hips. “Ask me to kiss you again.” Ash whispered.

“Kiss me again?” Gary asked, once more in monotone. Ash bent down, capturing Gary’s lips heatedly, the fingers of one hand working blindly to unbutton his jeans. He slipped his tongue once more between Gary’s lips when he suddenly heard a loud gasp. Ash pulled back and looked down into Gary’s shocked gaze.

“Ash, what the hell are you doing?!” Gary asked, a deep scarlet blush creeping onto his cheeks. Ash grimaced but made no move to leave his spot on Gary’s lap. Gary, also, made no move to reposition.

“Um…heh, so, you’re okay. That’s good.” Ash said, blushing. Gary blinked, confused and embarrassed at his obvious arousal.

“What the hell do you mean, I’m okay? I’m fine, besides you attacking me!” Gary shouted. Ash smirked.

“I didn’t attack you, Hypno was aiming for Eevee—“ Ash stated dumbly. Gary growled, shaking his head.

“No, you idiot, not that. I mean you trying to rape me.” Gary said, poking Ash in the chest. Ash’s mouth gaped open.

“I was not trying to rape you!” Ash stated, crossing his arms. Gary raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, really? Then what was it you were trying to do? ‘Cause in my book, getting all hot and heavy with someone who doesn’t know what’s going on and has no choice but to do what you say sounds an awful lot like rape.” Gary leered. Ash bit his lip, knowing Gary was right, though he hated to admit it. He felt very guilty knowing what he was planning on doing, but he felt even worse for not being able to go through with it now Gary was conscious. Gary noticed Ash’s hesitancy in answering him and pursed his lips. “You gonna get off of me?” Gary asked. Ash blinked, a little surprised.

“You not gonna throw me off?” Ash asked. Gary tried not to smile, but a chuckle escaped him. Ash suddenly realized Gary was still hard. Smirking, Ash sat back, crossing his arms. “You don’t want to, do you?” Ash asked. Gary rolled his eyes.

“Do you honestly think I’d just let you stay there on my thighs if I didn’t want you there?” Gary asked huffily. Ash grinned. “Now, what I want to know is…what are you planning?” Gary asked, raising his eyebrow. Ash leaned down over Gary, his lips hovering over Gary’s.

“Well…this can be more fun now that you’re awake. Anything in particular you would like?” Ash asked, threatening kisses. Gary raised a hand, letting his finger play with the waistline of Ash’s pants.

“What are you willing to do?” Gary asked coyly, nipping up at Ash’s bottom lip. Ash pressed a firm kiss to Gary’s lips, growling.

“Anything…” Ash left it hanging. He seriously thought anything would be fine, regardless of who did what (or whom). Gary inhaled deeply, wrapping his arms around Ash, pulling him down. Ash pulled away from the kiss, wanting to hear Gary’s response. Gary swallowed shakily, his eyes grazing over Ash’s partially nude form.

“I want to try something…but I don’t know how it will feel, or if you’re willing to try…” Gary practically mumbled. Ash sat up, making to move off Gary. Gary started, a look of total rejection in his eyes. Ash shook his head, his fingers playing at the zip on his jeans. Pulling down the metal tab, he quickly shed himself of the garment, now clad only in white briefs. Gary blinked, watching Ash with a certain level of awe. Ash grinned feral, slinking back onto the bed with Gary.

“Now, what is it you wanna try?” Ash asked, his fingers racing up Gary’s chest, scraping gently over his hardening nipples. Gary blushed a little deeper, turning his eyes down, watching Ash’s fingers intently, and muttering something. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.” Ash said, leaning in closer.

“I said…I want you to, um,” Gary coughed, his shoulders visibly shaking a bit. “I want to know if you’d, um…take me.” Gary breathed, shutting his eyes tightly. Ash could have laughed. Gary Oak wanted to bottom? What was the world coming to?

Shrugging, Ash sat up on his knees, pulling down his briefs. Sitting back on the bed, Ash toed off the white underwear, cuddling up to Gary, who was now as red as a maraschino.

“You want me to take you, then, huh? All right, I’ve got no problems with that.” Ash said huskily, laying a kiss on Gary’s neck. Gary shot Ash a look.

“You tell anyone, and I mean anyone, including your little Pikachu, and I will so skin you.” Gary said, though his voice was still a little shaky. Ash nodded solemnly, moving between Gary’s legs.

Placing his hands on either side of Gary’s hips, Ash grabbed the hem of his rival’s boxers and started inching them off the brunette. Gary lifted his hips to help, and immediately fell back on the bed as soon as the last cloth obstacle was gone. Ash took a moment to take in the sight of a very naked Gary Oak, and he could feel himself salivating at the sight. Gary’s big ego was in no way compensating for anything; what seemed to be seven thick inches was enough to back up the boy’s pride. It took a lot of Ash’s will power to tear his eyes away.

“So…you ever do this before?” Ash asked, laying another kiss on Gary’s chest. Gary looked down, shaking his head tersely, just once. Ash blinked, shocked. “You ever do it with anyone before…at all?” Ash asked. Again, Gary shook his head. “So, I’m gonna be your first?” Gary nodded. Ash could feel his ego grow twenty times bigger at that.

Suddenly remembering something, Ash looked frantically around the room, scowling. Gary tilted his head, curious at Ash’s ministrations.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” Gary asked. Ash grinned.

“Lube.” Ash said, sliding off the bed, standing. Gary blinked. “You know, lube? So it won’t hurt.” Ash said, turning his head, smiling in victory when he spotted a bottle of hand lotion on the dresser. “This’ll do.”

Ash walked over to the dresser, picked up the bottle and practically skipped back to Gary. He popped the cap on the lotion, squeezing some out onto his palm. He sniffed it and smirked, looking at Gary amusedly.

“Coconut, Gary Oak? I thought of you as more a frieza kinda guy.” Ash said, pushing Gary’s legs apart so he could sit there. Gary rolled his eyes, sighing. His sigh quickly turned to a hiss and his eyes snapped shut as Ash pushed one lubed finger into Gary.

“Ash, that hurts!” Gary gasped. Ash frowned, slowly pulling his finger out.

“Sorry ‘bout that, but I can’t help it. You’ve never done this, so it’s gonna hurt a little. It’ll feel better soon, I promise, you just gotta get used to it.” Ash said apologetically. Gary thought a moment, then nodded, allowing Ash to continue.

Ash pushed in his finger again, to the second knuckle, and held it there, waiting for Gary to become accustomed to the strange invasion. As soon as Gary’s breathing evened, Ash pulled his finger out a little, slipping his middle finger next to it, slowly pushing the two in. Gary arched back, his breathing becoming labored. He appeared to be in pain, so Ash waited for Gary to stretch properly. When Gary settled back on the bed, Ash began to scissor Gary.

“Fuck, ASH!” Gary gasped loudly, arching again, his fingers raking down Ash’s forearm. Ash bit his lip, pushing the slight stinging on his arm to the back of his mind. Ash murmured lightly to Gary, willing him to calm down.

“It’s okay, Gary, shh, you’re okay…” Ash muttered, continuing to scissor Gary, stretching him and lubing him up as best as he could. “You think you’re ready yet? ‘Cause when I take you, you’ll be dealing with something a bit bigger than two fingers.” Ash growled. Gary moaned, nodding slightly. “You sure?” Ash asked again. Gary wrenched his eyes open, glaring at Ash.

“Just fucking take me already, damn it!” Gary screamed. Ash’s breath caught in his throat, but he nodded mutely, removing his fingers and positioning himself.

The first few seconds were uncomfortable for the both of them. Gary knew something as large as Ash’s dick would never fit in him. Ash would never be able to explain how incredibly tight Gary was, or how incredibly difficult it was not to come the second he got his tip inside.

“Ash…I don’t know if I can do this…” Gary whimpered, looking up at Ash with a slight sheen of fear in his eyes. Ash suddenly felt even guiltier now then he did when Gary woke from his trance and caught him.

“Do you want me to stop?” Ash asked, his breathing ragged. Gary chewed on his bottom lip, thinking. “I’ll pull out if you want me to, but I will tell you this; it’s not going to be any easier if you ever try this another time.” Ash said shakily. Gary nodded slowly.

“Then, don’t stop.” Gary ground out, though his eyes defied his request. Ash was unsure whether or not to keep going, but Gary refused to let him back out. Hoping Gary could be patient and wait for the pleasure, Ash pushed in more, fighting against Gary’s natural defenses. Gary grit his teeth, trying to focus on something besides the pain.

Noting Gary’s obvious discomfort, Ash tried to think of anything to help him with this painful first part. He lunged down, pressing his lips to Gary’s fiercely, kissing him with everything he had. Gary’s eyes widened, and for a moment, his mind was elsewhere occupied. The kiss did end, almost as abruptly as it had started, though now Gary felt no pain. Instead, an incredible fullness overtook him. As Ash stilled himself, Gary realized his raven-haired rival was now fully embedded within him.

“A-Ash?” Gary stammered, breathing heavily. Ash opened his eyes, not having realized he’d shut them.

“Y-yes, Gary?” Ash stammered in return. Gary bit his lip, trailing fingers into Ash’s hair, gently bucking against Ash. Ash’s eyes bugged, not having expected that. “Gary!” Ash gasped, bucking back, unwittingly thrusting deeper. Gary almost swallowed his tongue at that.

Gary caught on quickly. If he wanted Ash to go deeper, he just had to squirm and that was that. However, considering it was both young men’s first time (though Ash seemed a bit more knowledgeable, which Gary was fully intending on asking about later), neither was going to last too long. Gripping onto Ash as tight as he dare, Gary arched back, hissing loudly as he came. Ash, further excited by Gary’s show, came shortly after, biting down on his bottom lip, tasting something coppery.

Slowly, Ash came down from that exhilarating high, his breathing settling back into a normal, even pace. Gary watched Ash relax, though he didn’t feel the raven-haired boy’s arousal deflate. Gary took a deep breath, holding it for a second, then swallowed.

“Ash?” Gary asked quietly. Ash blinked, looking down at Gary, curious.

“Yes?” Ash replied. Gary looked a little calculating; definitely not an emotion expected after such an experience. Ash was praying to whomever was listening that he wasn’t about to be rejected.

“Ash…was this a fling?” Gary muttered. Ash frowned, shaking his head.

“Of course not.” Ash said. Gary blinked, raising an eyebrow. Ash smirked. “Gary Oak, with as much as you follow me or I follow you, you really think we’d never do this again? We’re usually just one step behind each other, either you one up me or I one up you. I promise, when I start out again, and I know you will, too, I’ll find you again.” Ash smiled. Gary returned the affectionate expression, sighing contentedly. Suddenly, a loud crash could be heard from downstairs, followed closely by a door slamming.

“Ash! I have Nurse Joy! Is Gary all right!?” Professor Oak shouted upstairs. Gary blushed to the roots of his hair. Ash grimaced.

“Oops…knew I was forgetting something.” Ash said, gulping. Turning his head, he quickly thought up some excuse to keep the elderly Professor from coming upstairs. “It’s okay, Professor Oak! Gary’s fine, he woke up a few minutes ago! He’s changing into pajamas, he’s still feeling tired!” Ash shouted at the door. Gary smirked at Ash.

“Oh, that’ll work. Yeah, I can hear him now—“ Gary started.

“Okay, Ash! Could you watch him for me!? I have some business I have to take care of in town!” Oak shouted up. Gary blinked dumbly. It took a lot for Ash to keep from laughing out loud at Gary’s stupefied expression.

“Uh, sure, Professor! I’ll keep an eye on him!” Ash yelled down. Gary snapped out of his stupor, his smirk back in place. He poked Ash in the ribs.

“Just an eye?” Gary teased. Ash returned the smug brunette’s smirk, thrusting his hips fast but shallow. Gary gasped loudly.

“Now…where were we?” Ash asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

The End